A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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MERE DESH KO JAGRAT BANAO

“मन जहां डर से परे है

और सिर जहां à

God's Gift To Me

You are my sunshine.

You are my shining star.

Everything I'm not,

You are

JIWAN ME GURUR JARURI NAHI

पानी के बिना नदी बेकार है,

 

अतà

Why Mother is so special?
When I came home in the rain, Brother asked why you didn’t take an umbrella. Sister advise

The One...

I hope you find

the one who quiets

the screams.

I hope you find

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Oh Fear...

You made me run away

from those who loved me anyway.

You pushed me down into the

Playing Dodgeball

So much thrown at me,

And up against a wall

I feel like I've spent my life,

Wishes Don't Come True

I wish there were words to express how I feel,

But no words I see will do.

No wor

You Are My Love

It's that look in your eye.

It's the smile on your face

That makes time slip by,<

You Are My Sunshine

You brought me sunshine

when I only saw rain.

You brought me laughter

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